Past Trauma
Gazing at my past,
amazing how victory has come so vast
chasing dreams fast,
enemies have crowded my life like a movie
cast
misery drafted its wrath,
my black history has paved a path
A road filled with deep potholes
find myself crucified by my own at the
crossroads
A torment I fail to forget, Like a gamblers last
bet
I walk amongst the blind, I talk to those who
fail to find
burden's in my circumference, My whole life
is turned to nonsense
An unwelcomed conscience,
signs of haste
occupy me.
I am gazing at my past, WHERE WILL YOU FIND
ME???
Copyright © Eric Zivanai | Year Posted 2012
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